shock!Crazy criticism of treacherous ministers was dumbfounded by soft beauty kiss

Chapter 49 Jade Vase
I don't know why, after that day, Pei Qing never came to Changning Palace again, but all the things that should be there were delivered without missing.After taking the Jiedu Pill, Song Qingan no longer had a fever, and even the wound healed faster.

These days are getting warmer, and there are many unknown flowers and plants in the courtyard.Song Qing'an asked someone to pick some and kept them in the jade bottle left by Pei Qing.

The small white flowers in the small jade vase are quite interesting.I don't know if it's an illusion, but the petals of the white flowers are becoming more crystal clear.

"Princess, the Second Highness is here."

Song Qing'an was holding the jade vase to look at it. Hearing this, he quickly put down the jade vase, and called Zhu Yan to take away the lanterns on both sides of the bed.

"Brother."

Song Qing'an sat on the bed, leaning on the soft pillow and smiling with Song Qinghuai.

Song Qinghuai was sitting on the chair that had been placed beside the couch long ago, seemingly unintentionally looking at the jade bottle on the bedside.

"Yue'er is so elegant."

Song Qing'an followed his gaze, feeling somewhat guilty for some reason.

"Brother was joking, and I can't stay at the bed. I'm bored every day, so I can only find something to do by myself, and I can't talk about elegance."

She had a gentle smile on her face, and she was about to sit outside as she spoke, but she touched the wound as expected.Song Qing'an let out a low cry, successfully drawing Song Qinghuai's attention away.

"Didn't the imperial doctor say that you have to be careful and don't make big moves." Song Qinghuai blamed, but gently moved Song Qingan out.

"Thank you, brother." Song Qing'an didn't care, and frowned, "Brother has been in Qinzhou all these years, how are you doing?"

Song Qinghuai was about to ask something, but was stopped by her question.

"Good...not good." Song Qinghuai pondered for a moment, "I'm afraid there will be many people staring at you and me when I come back. Yue'er...be sure to remember the imperial doctor's instructions."

Song Qing'an nodded lightly, and said in a low voice: "Brother, what do you think... Grand Master Jiang?"

Song Qinghuai frowned: "Concubine Chen looked for you?"

"Before my brother came back." Song Qing'an slightly raised her head, "She wants to pull me to deal with Liu Shi together, I think..."

"No." Song Qinghuai looked a little serious, "Although I was not in Beijing before, I still know about one or two things in Beijing. Grand Master Jiang..."

Probably because he felt that it was not safe enough to say it, so he sent Zhu Yan to get a pen and paper, and wrote it for Song Qing'an to read.

After Song Qing'an read it, he immediately lit the paper on the candle lamp beside the couch, and his expression was not very good.

"Brother, is this true?"

"Seventy to eighty percent."

Song Qinghuai said seriously: "Don't get too close to Concubine Chen."

"Don't worry brother, I have my own measure."

Song Qing'an covered his chest as he spoke, as if the wound was hurting again.

"It's strange to say, why does Yue'er still live here?"

Song Qinghuai looked around, a little dissatisfied: "But someone deliberately blocked it?"

"Because Mrs. Liu wanted me to get married, she didn't arrange to move to the palace."

The matter of the marriage has already been settled, so it's okay to mention it to Song Qinghuai now.

"Later, the palace was in a state of chaos... But brother, don't worry, the order to move the palace has been made, and I can take care of myself after I recover."

Song Qinghuai frowned, and he had guessed a thing or two about the marriage, but it was different after hearing Song Qingan himself.

"Has Pei Qing been here?"

Song Qinghuai's sudden question made Song Qing'an startled.

"Pei's palm print...? Brother, what is Pei's palm print here for?"

Song Qing'an was slightly surprised, and the expression on his face did not seem to be fake.

"Your jade bottle... looks like something from Dongchang."

Song Qinghuai was indifferent, this kind of mutton fat jade is rare in the palace.Only Dongchang was willing to make medicine bottles.

"Really, brother still recognizes this?" Song Qing'an smiled, but said calmly, "There is a person who often follows Pei's palm print, and he brought it."

Liu Quan?Song Qinghuai thought of this person when he heard the words.

Liu Quan often followed Pei Qing to do some investigations, so it's not surprising that he came to Changning Palace.

"The father-in-law came to deliver the medicine, asked me something about Limei, and then left." Song Qingan looked out the window and said slowly, as if recalling.She paused, then shifted her gaze to Song Qinghuai.

"Brother asked Pei Zhangyin what to do?"

Song Qinghuai looked at those eyes that were almost identical to his own, and took a long time to look away.

"……nothing."

"Habayashi Weizhong still has some things to do. I'll go first. Yue'er has a good rest."

Song Qinghuai took out something wrapped in oiled paper from his sleeve: "I saw it outside the palace, so I took some with me."

Song Qingan took it and opened it, and inside was a small piece of almond cake.

"I remember that you like to eat sweets, but the imperial doctor said it was taboo." Song Qinghuai rubbed the top of her hair as he said, "When you recover, brother will take you out of the palace."

Song Qing'an lowered her head and responded softly, and when she heard the bead curtain ringing, she suddenly called out: "Brother!"

Song Qinghuai turned around: "What's the matter?"

Song Qing'an was silent, they couldn't see each other from this angle.What he wanted to say lingered on the tip of his tongue, and finally Song Qing'an said: "Limei...has she gone?"

There was no response from the other end for a long time, Song Qing'an thought that Song Qinghuai had left, but heard him say: "Yes. Two days ago, Ling Chi was executed."

Song Qing'an seemed to let go of all the strength in his body, and leaned on the soft pillow.After a long time, she touched under the pillow with one hand and took out a jade bracelet.

It was what Ah Shao gave her that day.

Song Qing'an held the jade bracelet tightly, and put it back.

Maybe brother didn't want to hear her ask that...he wanted to hear something else.

She really didn't want her brother to find out...

But her elder brother treated her like this, which always made her feel ashamed.Perhaps this was Song Qinghuai's intention, but Song Qing'an couldn't ignore how he treated her because of this.

Song Qingan sighed in relief, broke off some almond cakes and ate them in small bites.
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Liu Quan felt that the palm prints of the past few days were very strange.

For example, being distracted from time to time while reading the scriptures, for example, being absent-minded when listening to his report...

Mr. Palmprint has never been like this!

Thinking of his omissions before, Liu Quan was even more apprehensive.

Mr. Palm Print is not thinking about how to deal with him, is he?
And in the past few days, Mr. Zhangyin often goes to the prison department, and stays for several hours.

I heard from the people in the prison department that the spies arrested earlier were all interrogated by handprints.

Liu Quan felt that with his little things, it would not make Mr. Zhangyin so angry, there must be someone else!
But the most important thing is to dispel the anger of Mr. Palm Print.

Liu Quan thought hard for several days.That night, Pei Qing finally didn't go to the prison department, but wrote something in the study.

Liu Quan came in from the outside and asked Pei Qing in a low voice if he would go to the Prison Department. After getting the answer, he mustered up his courage and said, "Master Zhangyin, can you go to Changning Palace?"

Pei Qing raised her eyes and stared at Liu Quan for a long time with indifferent eyes.Staring at him until he broke out in a cold sweat, he then looked away.

"Why?"

"Slave mentioned it casually, so you don't have to mind the palm print."

Liu Quan groaned, only to hear the rustling sound of pen strokes across the paper.

After a while, I heard Pei Qing say: "Then let's go."

"Yes."

Liu Quan hurriedly prepared, but Pei Qing did not move.He stretched out his hand, and used his fingertips to draw across the wet ink.

Pei Qing moved gently, as if she was stroking someone.

It was written on the paper:

Yue.

(End of this chapter)